Oath of Betrayal (The Broken Bonds: Slavic Fantasy #1)

Three months later

I turned to the side, pressing the pillow to my face before inhaling its verbena scent deeply. The familiar smell and shape of my small bed calmed my racing heart. I laid there, listening to the wind and morning birdsong, and let the day seep into my body.

It was barely past dawn, the air in my small cottage slowly warming after last night’s chill, but my dreams had awakened me early. My sleep had been filled with images of the dragon from the lake since our chance encounter months ago, his piercing blue eyes looking at me with such understanding and compassion that I woke up crying every morning.

I knew that the beast in my dreams wanted me to find him. In truth, he seemed to share my loneliness and growing need to belong, to have my spirit joined with another in a bond so profound it would leave me broken if it ever shattered.